Lovable Grumps - La série

Brooks - I’ve been coming to this little café every weekday for the past month, and everyday the same guy, Noah, takes my order. That may not sound so exciting, but there’s more; he also always flirts with me, talks to me and makes me feel like a million bucks. The problem? He’s in his mid-twenties, which is a baby compared to my forty-five years. The first time he winked at and flirted with me, I thought he was making fun of me. I may have cussed him out. Okay, I did. But just a little. But, to my surprise, he just laughed and told me I was cute when I was grumpy. I should have run away and never came back to this place. But I can’t stay away. As if the age gap between us isn’t reason enough to keep my distance, we are also complete opposites. Noah is young and free-spirited, kind and funny. I’m, as I said, an asshole. Actually, I’m a cranky, foul-mouthed motherfucker, but for some reason, Noah seems to enjoy our conversations. Our looks couldn’t be more different either. Noah is...hell, Noah’s hot. He’s tall and thin with dirty-blond hair and blue eyes. He smiles so big his cheeks dimple up, and he lights up the room. His physical appearance and personality are both like a ray of fucking sunshine. And then there’s me. I’m gray-haired, gray-eyed, thickset, and I have crows feet and a bad back. Yeah...totally not hot. I can’t for the life of me figure out why Noah seems interested. Maybe that’s why I keep coming back; to try to solve the puzzle. Maybe he’s mental. He seems so perfect, but maybe he’s actually a fucking basket case. It would explain his attraction to me. When Noah basically forces me into a date, he flips my entire world upside down. But things can’t be that easy; I’ve got secrets, physical and emotional pain, and enough baggage to fill an airplane. I’ve got to keep my distance because this could never work. Noah - I’m becoming obsessed with a hunky older man. For a month now I’ve been flirting and dropping hints that I like him. Though we talk often, he always shrugs off my advances. Maybe it’s a little sneaky to basically trick him into a date, but I’m just so attracted to the man, I can’t help myself! With his sexy gray hair and eyes and his cranky attitude, he’s like my own personal little storm cloud. Every time he scowls at me or his scruffy cheeks fold up into an unimpressed smirk, I like him a little more. He’s so unlike anyone I’ve ever known, let alone dated, and I can’t get enough. I know there’s more to him than he likes to portray, though. Sure he’s grumpy, but I don’t miss the way his lips twitch when I tease him, or his eyes sparkle when I tell him he’s handsome. Each day I pull a little bit of information out about himself, but I’m hungry for more. I know there’s a big, beautiful personality behind his tough exterior, and I want to be the one who releases it. If he just lets me in, I know this could work. *This M/M romance is for readers 18 and up! It contains an age gap between a sexy storm cloud and his ray of sunshine. Be on the lookout for country music, sweet moments and lots of dirty talk. This book has no cheating or cliffhangers, and a very happy HEA. My books tend to be low angst because it hurts my heart. I like to get to the good stuff and live for sweetness! If ‘instalove’ isn’t your thing, this title may not be for you.

Jay - I’m not what you’d call a “people person”. I prefer peace and quiet over crowds, and I’d rather bury myself in paperwork than have a conversation. It’s not that I dislike people necessarily, but I do hate their drama; I’ve got enough of that shit in my personal life. I recently learned that the man who raised me isn’t my biological father; rather, my father is a grumpy asshole named Brooks. The news broke my family apart and I originally took all of my anger out on Brooks, but I gave him another chance thanks to a man named Noah, who is now engaged to my father. He’s also four years younger than me. So yeah, I now have three dads, and I’m older than one of them. Brooks and I now get along great; under his gruff exterior, he has a heart of gold, especially when it comes to Noah and me. My mother reconciled with her husband, and Noah and I are best friends. But the drama doesn’t stop there. For some time, I’ve been questioning my sexuality. I’ve never had a successful relationship with a woman, and haven’t even fantasized about a woman in nearly four years. Who have I fantasized about? My silver fox of a boss, Mr. Taylor. When he began starring in my self-love shower scenes, that was my realization of, “Hmm, maybe I’m not as straight as I thought I was”. Even though Mr. Taylor is at the top of my list, it’s not just him that I’m attracted to; I’m drawn to men older and grayer than me. But don’t I have enough drama with older men in my life? Is this a weird extension of my daddy issues? I’m confused as hell and haven’t come out to anyone. Can I even do that when I don’t have any experience to speak of? “I think about my boss when I touch myself” isn’t the type of thing I’m ready to share with the family. When I get tough news at work and my life gets tipped on its head, a drunken night and a pity party for myself leads me on a path of self discovery, and I learn that maybe things aren’t so confusing after all. Vic - While covering a shift at the bar I own, I’m drawn to a handsome man with pain and confusion in his pretty gray eyes. When whiskey opens his floodgates and he divulges his story, I learn that this tall, broad bear of a man is as unsure and nervous as a little cub. He’s having trouble finding himself. He needs someone to take their time and show him everything he’s missing; someone older with more experience who will be patient and gentle. Someone like me. My last relationship was with a younger man, but it ended in disaster, and I’m not keen on reliving that experience. But no-strings-sex with a hot younger man? Oh, hell yes. All I have to do is not get attached. What could possibly go wrong? *This M/M May-December low angst romance is for readers 18 and up! It follows an insta-love relationship on the fast track. It has no cheating or cliffhangers, and a very happy HEA.